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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate Cooking Dinner in the turbo oven. They are not sure about this matter. When the atmosphere is chilled between two people – is it wise to share the meal or better to eat separately. They will dine ensemble.

“The dinner table is the center for the teaching and practicing not just of table manners but of conversation, consideration, tolerance, family feeling, and just about all the other accomplishments of polite society except the minuet.”
Judith Martin

“We have said how necessary it is that in the composure of a sallet, every plant should come in to bear its part, without being overpower’d by some herb of a stronger taste, so as to endanger the native sapor and virtue of the rest; but fall into their places, like the notes in music, in which there should be nothing harsh or grating: And though admitting some discords (to distinguish and illustrate the rest) striking in all the more sprightly, and sometimes gentler notes, reconcile all dissonances, and melt them into an agreeable composition.”
John Evelyn, Acetaria: A Discourse of Sallets (1699)

It is an old maxim in the schools,
That flattery’s the food of fools;
Yet now and then your men of wit
Will condescend to take a bit.From Cadenus and Vanessa by Jonathan Swift

“Cold steel was not meant to be an after-dinner dessert!”–Sword Swallower

We have remarked that most recently a decided tendency has been apparent in the best English society to adopt a more simple mode of entertainment than has for a considerable time prevailed. Gradually it is beginning to dawn on the leaders of fashion that the best English cookery is by no means inferior to some of the productions of foreign cooks. In point of expensiveness – a very material consideration in the eyes of many – a thoroughly good English dinner may vie with the most elaborate bill of fare composed for the greater part of morsels with high-sounding names. Our real or mock turtle soup, saddle of Southdown mutton, sirloin of Scotch beef, fat capons, choice game, and finely-grown vegetables, are inferior to no class of living throughout the civilised world. What English cookery really does require is skill on the part of cooks, to send up their productions in perfection to table. Whilst nothing is more enjoyable than a well-roasted joint, hot and cleanly served, few kinds of food are equally unsatisfactory, if wanting in these attributes. Conscious of the genuine excellence of our nationa1 dishes, in many of the best Continental establishments the owners keep English servants exclusively to attend to the roasting of meat, and plain boiling of vegetables. Perhaps, when the above facts become more generally known, English housewives will take heart of grace, and no longer apologise to strangers for offering them a simple English repast. The attempt to give foreigners and others, who keep professed cooks, badly-made entrees, is very like sending coals to Newcastle. The labour is not appreciated ; regrets are felt for the host’s well-intentioned efforts, but the failure is none the less great.

As a general rule, the decorations of a dinner-table should only be slightly raised, admitting of an uninterrupted view of each other by the assembled guests. Flowers in pots and growing vines are no longer in favour. They are considered fit only to decorate, a sideboard or side table; and even in such places they may be found in the way, if the space be limited. Fresh flowers only should be used to decorate dinner-tables. Artificial flowers are not in good taste, and are never seen in private houses where refinement prevails. The taste displayed in decorating tables is never so commendable as when applied to some useful purpose. And now that it is the custom to place fruit on the table at the beginning of the repast, the effect produced by grouping fruit is a legitimate object of study. Nothing is more appropriate than a centre-piece composed of dessert fruit, leaving choice flowers to figure in small vases and specimen glasses, in different parts of the table, marking by their position the boundary of certain dishes, and breaking a line of plates and glasses.

Wild Onions with Scrambled Eggs

Every spring when the wild onions come

up, Choctaw women gather the onions and

cook a traditional Wild Onion Dinner. In

Oklahoma, we had Wild Onion Dinners all

over the state at a lot of Indian churches for

a Saturday feast. I helped serve the take-out

orders this year at our church and we

served wild onions with scrambled eggs,

salt pork or chicken, mashed potatoes, pinto

beans and grape dumplings with fry bread

or corn bread. Hundreds of people came

for this traditional feast.

I had a feeling once about mathematics — that I saw it all. Depth beyond depth was revealed to me — the Byss and the Abyss. I saw — as one might see the transit of Venus or even the Lord Mayor’s Show — a quantity passing through infinity and changing its sign from plus to minus. I saw exactly why it happened and why tergiversation was inevitable — but it was after dinner and I let it go. — Winston Churchill

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate DISCOURAGEMENT. The heart taken right out of a person with the Sun Setting in an Anicent sky and the Cottage empty of Earthly youth. A carton of beer in the kitchen. We don’t do that. We take good care of one another. So they say – but sometimes the Discouragement creeps into the Soul unbidden with Acedia. There are, at times, Autumn Afternoons in other places than the Month of May. Even in the Southern Hemisphere.

“The most essential factor is persistence — the determination never to
allow your energy or enthusiasm to be dampened by the discouragement
that must inevitably come.”
– James Whitcomb Riley

Learn the art of patience. Apply discipline to your thoughts when they become
anxious over the outcome of a goal. Impatience breeds anxiety, fear, discouragement
and failure. Patience creates confidence, decisiveness, and a rational outlook, which
eventually leads to success.
– Brian Adams

Elbert Green Hubbard: When on the brink of complete discouragement, success is discerning that… the line between failure and success is so fine that often a single extra effort is all that is needed to bring victory out of defeat.

Discouragement is simply the despair
of wounded self-love
– Francois de Fenelon

Develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success. ~Dale Carnegie

After praying, we must look to God in anticipation of what He’ll do. The Lord moved the king’s heart to show favor toward Nehemiah. The king provided him with soldiers and supplies for rebuilding Jerusalem. Nehemiah accepted the help and moved forward.

God will move hearts and send people to help us in discouraging times. Will you look to the Lord and accept the assistance He sends?

Creativity is so delicate a flower that praise tends to make it bloom while discouragement often nips it at the bud.

author of this creativity quotations by Alex Osborn

The Lord responded compassionately, “My friend, when I asked you to
serve me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against
the rock with all your strength, which you have done. Never once did I
mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push. And now you come to me, with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed.
But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled,
your back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, and
your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown
much and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. Yet you
haven’t moved the rock. But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to
exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. This you have done. I, my friend,
will now move the rock.”

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the approach of the Midnight Hour. HE is out there still on the sawdust floor and SHE hasn’t heard HIM sing for a very long time. Wait then for MIDNIGHT.

It ‘s possible to forgive someone a great deal if he makes you laugh.Carolyn Llewellyn

You’ve got to practice meditation when you walk, stand, lie down, sit, and work,
while washing your hands, washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, drinking tea,
talking to friends, or whatever you are doing. When you are washing the dishes,
washing the dishes must be the most important thing on your life. Just as whenyou are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life.– Thich Nat Hahn

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

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Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the life of the MOTHER. Thats Because its MOTHERS’ DAY tomorrow with no children or grandchildren about.

A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary.Dorothy C. Fisher

Grandchildren are God’s reward for not killing your kids.

Margaret Sanger:

A free race cannot be born of slave mothers.

Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to ‘jump at de sun.’ We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.
– Quotes by Zora Neale Hurston

My mother used to say, “He who angers you, conquers you!” But my mother was a saint.Elizabeth Kenny

Virginia Woolf:

When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet. . . indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Tea that helps our head and heart.Tea medicates most every part.Tea rejuvenates the very old.Tea warms the hands of those who’re cold.

J. Jonker, Amsterdam, circa 1670

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2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate WAITING. He is waiting on the move . Driving South from Mackay and Cameron’s Pocket. SHE is waiting at Home. Her Friend rings. Her Daughter rings from Coffs Harbour. Its a strange thing is WAITING. This is a WAITING TIME. SHE don’t quite know what it is she’s waiting for – but she can FEEL the WAITING. For something to happen. Its almost her granddaughter’s 4th birthday. Almost a lot of things so SHE waits.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. ~Dr. Seuss

Do not wait; the time will never be “just right.” Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along.” Napoleon Hill

If you had one phone call to make before you died, who would you call, what would you say, and why are you WAITING?!”

“Language … is an infinitude of used or potential poems waiting to be moulded into new realities” – Friedrich, “The Language Parallax”, Univ of Texas Press, 1986

PETER MACROW

Peter’s haiku:

waitingfor spring rain to stopI clean the shower

The sexual excitement, which must complete the harmony of method, offers a more difficult problem.

It is exceptionally desirable that the actual bodily movements involved should be decorous in the highest sense, and many people are so ill-trained that they will be unable to regard such a ceremony with any but critical or lascivious eyes; either would be fatal to all the good already done. It is presumably better to wait until all present are greatly exalted before risking a profanation.

It is not desirable, in my opinion, that the ordinary worshippers should celebrate in public. The sacrifice should be single.

Jellicle Cats are black and white,Jellicle Cats are rather small;Jellicle Cats are merry and bright,And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul.Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces,Jellicle Cats have bright black eyes;They like to practise their airs and gracesAnd wait for the Jellicle Moon to ris

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate SUNDAYS. The Wee Lass rang and talked a while. The Morning Meeting was quiet and calm until the American girl swept through in her savagery. The DOS replaced the light globe abd fixed the latch on the front door screen and she was reminded of Pottsville Beach days and made plans for Madeline’s 4th birthday present. HE is still in the FAR NORTH playing music and camping out. SHE is in singlet and baggy pants at Home. SUNDAY. SHABBOS.

Not only is there no God, but try finding a plumber on Sunday.Alcuin (Albinus)

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.Susan Ertz

The true beloveds of this world are in their lover’s eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child’s Sunday, lost voices, one’s favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.– Truman Capote

STEPHEN EDGAR

On a hot listless Sunday afternoonOf adolescence, on the parapetAgainst the pillar, I look lazilyAcross the park that’s faded less by summer,It seems, than from the day’s inert aversionTo the principle of colour.

On Sundays on the Continent even the poorest person puts on his best suit, tries to look respectable, and at the same time the life of the country becomes gay and cheerful; in England even the richest peer or motor-manufacturer dresses in some peculiar rags, does not shave, and the country becomes dull and dreary. On the Continent there is one topic which should be avoided – the weather; in England, if you do not repeat the phrase “Lovely day, isn’t it?” at least two hundred times a day, you are considered a bit dull. On the Continent Sunday papers appear on Monday; in England – a country of exotic oddities – they appear on Sunday. On the Continent people use a fork as though a fork were a shovel; in England they turn it upside down and push everything – including peas – on top of it.

Sunday morning Saal in the quaint little Mt Buller chapel was serene and beautiful. The bell pealed out a joyful welcome in the crisp mountain air as we made our way into the church. Invitations for others to join our service had been posted in the Alpine Village well in advance, but no one else came to our little group. Natural rock walls in the chapel contrasted starkly with plush dark-red carpet and the upholstery of gold-framed chairs, but a large, back-lit cross high above the simple altar demanded immediate, attentive silence